Instead, I went to his profile and, with one final click—
I blocked him too.
From that moment on, Hayes Westbrook no longer existed in my world.
...
Third Person's POV
Across the city, Hayes sat in his office, staring at his phone. A strange unease settled in his chest, a feeling he couldn’t quite name.
His phone vibrated with an incoming call.
Zara.
He hesitated.
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t pick up right away.
Third Person's POV
Hayes Westbrook had been carrying a heavy weight of guilt for days now.
Maybe it was because he hadn’t visited Elise’s mother. Or maybe it was the way Elise had been acting so distant, like she was a million miles away, even when she was standing right in front of him. Either way, something was gnawing at him, refusing to let go.
That evening, he wrapped up work early, picking up the most expensive supplements he could find before heading to the hospital. He barely got inside when he overheard two doctors talking nearby.
"Dr. Montague’s mother passed away a few days ago. We were the ones who personally sent her to the crematorium. You're her son-in-law, right? Didn’t you know?"
